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Some nights, Sasuke still makes Naruto work for it.

When the village is asleep and a sense of peace hums through the streets and alleys, Sasuke remains a string pulled too taut, just shy of snapping. And while Naruto has never been afraid of a little whiplash or the sting of Sasuke’s barbs, Naruto likes to think that after all these years, he’s a little better at unwinding Sasuke without the need for violence or aggravation. 

Crouching in the open window sill, Naruto takes a moment to assess the lump that is his lover under the covers. Sasuke’s personal apartment is as barren as it was when he returned to the village more than a year ago. No memories, no trinkets, no calendar to count the days. Just the basics on which to survive. 

A creamy mix of moonlight and street lamps illuminate the dark, simple furnishings, with the outline of Naruto’s perched shadow across the far wall. Naruto’s sandaled feet shift on the thin sill, his body broader and bigger than his years as a kid using windows to sneak around the city. It’s enough of a noise to announce himself, although he’s sure Sasuke was never asleep in the first place. 

“I have a door,” Sasuke says, his voice deep and clear in the silent room, totally awake.

Naruto smiles and hops to the floor. Kicks out of his sandals and grabs his dark tee by the back of the neck and yanks it over and off his head, dropping it wherever. He briefly eyes the Anbu mask on the bedside table. Half a glass of water. A book of poetry that would probably bore Naruto to actual tears. 

“I don’t have a key,” Naruto eventually says as he sits on the bed with a theatrical heave of relief, as if he’s been on his feet for twenty hours. Unfortunately, the Hokage life leaves him on his ass more than he prefers by a long shot, but a dream come true is still a dream come true. 

“And you’ll never get one,” Sasuke says, still unmoving. He’s an immobile caterpillar curled beneath the blankets, his voice a blank slate, like he can’t even give himself away even now. “Imagine what you’d do with a key.”

“Make this place more homey, for one,” Naruto says as he lays down in the bed and rolls. Sidles up against Sasuke, one man beneath the blankets, the other atop. 

Sometimes Sasuke doesn’t want to be touched. Sometimes the kindness looks like it burns him. Sometimes he’s even worse—lashing out with tongue and teeth, nails and knee-jerk reactions. Sometimes he just leaves. Disregards his duties altogether and vanishes to a place even Naruto and his men can’t track. 

The last one he doesn’t do so much anymore. Not after Sasuke saw what it did to Naruto. To be left behind again. 

Tonight, Sasuke doesn’t flinch when Naruto drops a heavy arm over his waist, the blankets a safe barrier. So that’s a plus. 

“Don’t need to make this shithole homey,” Sasuke murmurs, an edge to his voice. 

Naruto snuggles in harder and smiles into the hot mess back of Sasuke’s hair. Breathes him in, the smoke and night jasmine scent of him. Floats on it a little, basking. 

Because what Sasuke is really saying is: We already have a home together. Why would I decorate this one?

Their home is another kindness that Sasuke sometimes recoils from. Less like it’s a cage and more like it’s a strange land upon which he has accidentally intruded. Sometimes Naruto sees Sasuke looking at their framed photographs and dishes stacked in the sink like he has never seen them before in his life. 

It’s a strange thing Naruto isn’t sure he’ll ever get used to. Watching Sasuke step into himself, only to step out of it like the skin doesn’t fit right some days.

But Naruto will embrace whoever Sasuke is on any given day, even if he risks an elbow to the eye for it.

Wouldn’t be the first time. 

“Can’t sleep?” Naruto says into Sasuke’s hair. Plants humid, open-mouth kisses along his hairline, the nape of his neck, behind his ear. Sasuke’s skin is cool and smooth and perfected; nothing like Naruto, permanently overheated and littered with scars. 

Sasuke doesn’t answer and Naruto doesn’t expect it.

“Sorry I was late with work,” Naruto continues, as if the conversation isn’t one-sided. It’s not. Sasuke listens. Doesn’t listen to most people. Naruto’s like, super special like that. “Here now. Didn’t even eat. Can you believe it? Came right to you. Did you eat? Want me to bring something back for you?”

The silence is alright. This is alright. Naruto will take a silence with Sasuke in it than the gaping, hollow years of silence without him. 

There are two kinds of silence, and one is not lonely. 

Naruto takes a chance. It’s what he does, after all. Slowly palms up Sasuke’s side, riding up the blanket, until he reaches the edge. Curls his fingers over the hem and eases it down, down. 

Pale skin unfurls with each inch of forgiving blanket. Moonlight does wonders for the sight, milky curves of honed muscle and miles of bare, ethereal skin.

Sasuke audibly breathes out and Naruto nuzzles at the back of his ear where he scents most strongly of the man he loves more than the entire village combined. He can’t say that shit out loud. Not even to Sasuke. Knows that’s something Naruto should be ashamed of, but he’s not. 

After all these years, Sasuke is still the one for which Naruto would abandon the world. 

“This okay?” Naruto murmurs into Sasuke’s ear. His wide palm trails down Sasuke’s arm, squeezes brief and firm around a slim wrist and releases to press the center of Sasuke’s chest, fitted between his taut, pale pecs. 

Naruto can feel Sasuke’s heart like this, a steady thud, a dependable pulse to which Naruto could set a clock. It’s always been a personal joy to feel it speed up to a thunder from Naruto’s attention. Naruto is like, super special to Sasuke like that too. 

Sasuke shifts. Fits himself back against Naruto just a little more. Doesn’t actively touch Naruto in turn, but he doesn’t often. Like he doesn’t yet deserve it; hasn’t worked for it enough.

But Naruto will work for it. He’ll never stop working for it. 

So he simply slides his hands down, down, and enjoys the journey. The cut of Sasuke’s muscles and his slim waist, the way Naruto’s hand is so big, his fingers long and sturdy as they curl around Sasuke’s bare hip beneath the blankets, encompassing Sasuke in such a hold that forever surges a zing of excitement through Naruto and thickens his cock in reply. 

“Feel so good for me,” Naruto murmurs against Sasuke’s ear. Feels the heat of a blush rise and burn the curved cartilage, and Naruto smiles into it, grazes his teeth against the thin, sensitive skin. 

A trembling exhale whispers in the night air and Sasuke’s shoulder slumps, as if he’s been holding himself still and stiff for hours. 

Heart leaping, Naruto gets himself up on one elbow, still leaning on his side, still behind Sasuke, but rising up enough to sneak his hand further down. Splays his fingers over one long thigh, his greedy reach disappearing beneath the blankets pooled around Sasuke’s waist as he squeezes one thigh, then smooths his palm back over the perky rise of Sasuke’s ass. 

“Love that this is all mine, y’know,” Naruto murmurs, keeping to Sasuke’s hot ear as he kneads the muscle and fat of one asscheek, then wedges his hand lower to get at the other. “That you’re mine. Doesn’t matter where you go, Sasuke, or when you come back. You’re mine in every way that matters.”

A shudder runs through Sasuke and he reacts. His hand comes up and reaches back; slim, cool fingers curl into Naruto’s hair and fist there, holding him fast, keeping Naruto’s face close, tugging until his lips are led to Sasuke’s warm, flushed cheek. 

From this angle, Naruto can look down and see Sasuke’s face in profile. Soft, sober lips parted with each breath as Naruto’s hand travels from hip to ribs to underarm, down his belly and the bones of his pelvis, then back up, up to gently squeeze at Sasuke’s throat and down. 

Naruto is encompassing him one-handed, head to toe, slow and methodical in ways he has only learned since Sasuke returned. Learning to savor instead of rush; to cherish instead of ravage. They have time for both now. All the time in the world.

Sasuke’s dark, stubby lashes flutter and drop down, eyes closed as Naruto watches him, breathes in against his cheek, inhales the scent of his blood just beneath the skin, the warmth of their shared soap, the dreamy fragrance of the green tea on Sasuke’s breath. 

“Sasuke,” Naruto sing-songs, smiling against Sasuke’s cheek, trailing kisses along the strong cut of his cheekbone, avoiding his mouth, then up his fine jaw. He wedges himself as close to Sasuke as he can, the blanket fallen away to barely cover the curve of Sasuke’s ass as Naruto fits the long, filling length of his dick along the cleft. 

Sasuke’s fingers lace through Naruto’s hair harder, a low grade pulse of pain that has Naruto groaning low into the junction of Sasuke’s jaw. 

“Play with me,” Naruto murmurs, warm and deep. He slowly rolls his hips against Sasuke’s backside, each languid shift bringing the blanket down and down, the illuminated stretch of Sasuke’s body revealed to the cool, quiet night. 

“Oh,” Naruto breathes out, delighted when he looks down at the vision of his lover spread out, his cock hard and flushed dark just for Naruto’s attention. “For me?”

“You’re obnoxious,” Sasuke mutters, and it’s the first thing he has said since Naruto began to touch him in earnest. He sounds unreasonably wrecked from Naruto’s heavy petting; always so, so sensitive, every time.

“Mmhmm,” Naruto hums in agreement as he brushes faint, teasing fingertips up the length of Sasuke’s cock, then away as he enjoys the full body shiver it elicits. Grips Sasuke’s chin instead and abruptly, sharply turns Sasuke’s face to his own. 

Sasuke’s gasp of alarm drives straight through Naruto and settles in his dick, still mindlessly rutting in short, distracted shifts of hips. For a moment, Naruto holds Sasuke’s wide, black gaze. Let’s Sasuke get a little uncomfortable about it, because Naruto has long learned that Sasuke needs that loving, relentless push out of his rigid mental confines in order to properly enjoy himself. 

And Naruto can do this all day. Look into Sasuke’s eyes. Show him that raw need but also exhibit the latent power he holds over Sasuke, and how he’s unafraid to wield it when needed. Unafraid to work for it, even if that means forcing Sasuke to work for it in turn. 

Sasuke licks his lips. His dark, slim eyebrows begin to bow in a subtle sign of rising distress, his eyes beginning to blink slowly with drugging desire as the reality of the moment begins to sink in for him. And Naruto watches over him, protective and prepared to push and shove and hold him down, if necessary. 

“Let me make you feel good, Sasuke,” Naruto says, strong and assured. 

It’s not a request. 

Sasuke swallows. Those dark lashes drop, his attention falling to Naruto’s mouth. Naruto smiles in reply, but he feels predatory more than playful now. Can’t help it. He has been chasing Sasuke for so long that it’s second nature. To bring him down, down to his level, and heel him with teeth and a strong hand. 

“Like this,” Sasuke says, voice hoarse as he finally releases his hold on Naruto’s hair so he can grab at Naruto’s hip. Digs his fingers in hard, bruising, singing pain and pleasure into Naruto’s skin as Sasuke’s strength encourages the roll and grind of Naruto’s hips. “Just like this, though.”

Naruto dips his head and kisses Sasuke solidly, waiting for Sasuke’s lips to part first before he slides inside, all wide sweeps of tongue and deep, consuming kisses that last a lifetime. The two of them like this, embracing back against front, Naruto’s still-clothed cock wedged between Sasuke’s pale asscheeks, the friction riding up a red flush. 

Unhurried yet, Naruto fucks into Sasuke’s mouth with avid tongue as he continues to keep a firm hold of his jaw. His thumb presses to Sasuke’s chin, encouraging his mouth to open wider, wider until Naruto can slip his thumb in alongside tongue; hooks his thumb over Sasuke’s bottom teeth and encourages his mouth open. Swallows Sasuke’s shuddering gasps and panting breaths, savoring the helpless sounds Sasuke makes when he relents to Naruto simply thrusting his tongue into Sasuke’s open mouth, their tongues curling messy and wet, no finesse to be found. 

Naruto likes Sasuke like this best. Control caved, his nerves raw and sensitive, his body allowing Naruto to care, to help, to release him from whatever shackles him day in and out to sadness. 

Finally, Naruto allows their lips to part. Smiles, slow and warm and adoring when he watches Sasuke struggle to open his eyes, his gaze hazy and drugged from all the attention. 

Naruto touches Sasuke’s cock, then. Lets him have it now that he knows Sasuke will be loose and pliable enough to properly enjoy it. Sometimes he jolts like Naruto is electrocuting him; like intimate touch is too much, too terrifying, even when Sasuke wants it. 

Everything Naruto does in the spaces between their bodies is for Sasuke. After all this time, even Sasuke knows it. Has been allowing it to happen more and more. Naruto could kiss him forever as thanks, and plans to, frankly. 

Sasuke’s cock is smooth and hot to the touch, burning up, the head dark and shiny in the moonlight, leaking pale pearls over the crown that Naruto swirls and slicks down the length of him. Looks between Sasuke’s dick and Sasuke’s face, torn between watching the throbbing pleasure of the one and the dreamy, floating bliss of the other. 

“Stay,” Naruto says, staring directly into Sasuke’s heavy-lidded eyes. He drags his now salty thumb across Sasuke’s slick, swollen bottom lip and his own lips curve in response to the hungry look Sasuke darts at him, that mouth opening to briefly suck on Naruto’s thumb before it pulls it away. “Stay,” Naruto says again, more firmly this time. “I love you.”

Sasuke’s eyes grow large as if he’s shocked to hear this, but Naruto only grins and rolls away. Quickly shuffles through the bedside table and snags the vial of oil. Rolls back to find Sasuke still on his side, his hand skimming down his stomach to grip at his cock, relieving some pressure. 

“Not yet,” Naruto says as he takes Sasuke by the wrist and guides his hand up, encouraging Sasuke’s fingers above their heads to grip the top of the wooden headboard. Sasuke’s other hand appears to be buried in the pillow beneath Sasuke’s head, and Naruto will allow that. “Hold on. Don’t let go.”

Naruto doesn’t wait for Sasuke to show his compliance. He will assume it until otherwise proven wrong. Something in Sasuke likes to let go like this; feels relieved to have his choices removed. And Naruto fucking loves leading everyone, everywhere, but no one more than Uchiha Sasuke. 

Unable to savor these languid, sticky moments any longer, Naruto slicks himself up first and shuffles lower down the bed. One arm sneaks between Sasuke’s waist and the mattress, banding around Sasuke’s center to heft and hold him tight against Naruto's body. With his free hand dripping oil, Naruto slips two fingers between Sasuke’s cheeks to start and kisses Sasuke’s back and shoulders as he presses in, in, with a slow, unrelenting stretch. 

Sasuke’s moan is like a fucking revelation. Long and throaty and unabashed as he tips his ass back against Naruto’s hand, hips subtly shifting in an effort to encourage him deeper. 

“You’re so good at this,” Naruto murmurs into Sasuke’s fervid skin, mouthing across the building heat, teeth nicking the flesh as he pumps his fingers, slow and purposeful. “So good at taking me. Any of me, all of me.”

Sasuke tilts his head back, as if searching for something, and Naruto quickly adjusts, his arm wrapping instead around Sasuke’s chest from below, his hand over Sasuke’s heart, as he leans over and catches Sasuke’s parted lips with his own. The sigh Sasuke tips onto Naruto’s tongue is heady, invigorating, powerful. 

“You gonna take my cock, Sasuke?” Naruto mumbles against Sasuke’s wet, needy mouth. He’s losing it, and fast, as he knees at Sasuke’s thighs and encourages them open. Slips in a third finger, starts to fuck into him as deep as his fingers will go, curving them toward the bundled nerves that make Sasuke snap fuck and shit and Naruto into Naruto’s hungry mouth. “Uh huh,” Naruto says mindlessly, can hear himself panting from nothing but bringing Sasuke off with pleasure. “Know you’re gonna. The best, you’re the fuckin’ best.”

Naruto can only hold on to this kind of pace for so long. He’s merely human and an idiot on top of it; has shitty control on his best days and is downright impatient on his worst, let alone with a naked, writhing Uchiha Sasuke fucking himself back on Naruto’s fingers and quietly murmuring, in me, get in me, now now now. 

Shoving his face against the sweaty nape of Sasuke’s neck, Naruto rubs the slick head of his cock around, blindly searching until he can bury into Sasuke, firm and slow. Feeds each inch of his heavy length into him, using one big hand to lift the back of Sasuke’s damp thigh high, higher until he’s got his hand hooked beneath Sasuke’s knee, easily holding it against Sasuke’s body as Naruto shifts his hips and finds the right angle to seamlessly fuck right up into him. 

Sasuke doesn’t get fucked quietly. One of the things that surprised Naruto the most when they first began this thing was how sensitive Sasuke was. Is. How many times Naruto has had to clamp a hand over Sasuke’s mouth to keep it down when they’re fucking out in the open or somewhere they may get caught. Once Sasuke really and truly releases himself from whatever holds him back, it’s like a broken dam. 

Every ah ah ah punching from Sasuke’s throat sends Naruto spiraling. Every thick, heavy drag of his cock and slap of his hips urges an abrupt cry or a whimper or a whine, and Naruto is simply there for the ride, driving them both higher and faster, merciless and madly fucking toward a release that’ll break them both down to bones and bodies and beating hearts. 

Sasuke is holding onto the headboard for dear life, the harsh pace of Naruto’s hips shifting him up, up the bed until his head is knocking through his pillow and against the wood hard enough to thud thud thud with no end. Naruto bites down on Sasuke’s creamy, smooth shoulder and groans, loud and gravelly, chasing the white hot whirlwind of release swirling rampant between them. 

“Touch yourself,” Naruto demands, his voice tight, holding back the onslaught. “Come for me now, now.”

Sasuke releases the headboard with a high whine, wraps his hand around himself once, twice, and comes around Naruto’s cock in a blinding clench. Their sounds of relief and release merge in tandem, shaky and wholehearted as Sasuke’s body milks Naruto’s cock with wave after wave of quivering spasms, squeezing him to the point that Naruto makes a sharp noise and pulls out from the overstimulation. 

With something akin to a deranged, relieved laugh, Naruto flops back onto the bed, eyes shut, grinning at nothing and everything. Sasuke falls back with a whoosh of air, one arm and leg splayed out across Naruto’s bed, his head resting on Naruto’s broad shoulder and muscled arm.

Naruto breathes and breathes and it feels like his energy is melding and matching Sasuke’s as he feels his lover breathe in time alongside. 

Eventually, Sasuke swallows, his throat dry enough for Naruto to hear the click. Immediately, Naruto sits up and grabs the half-glass of water at the bedside and presses it to Sasuke’s shoulder. 

“Drink,” Naruto says. 

“Drink it yourself,” Sasuke slurs, eyes shut. He sounds more like himself at least. 

Still holding the glass, Naruto leans in and kisses Sasuke’s pale shoulder. His collarbone, a pink nipple, the hard sternum between his pecs. Listens to Sasuke’s breath jump, but his body mellow out at Naruto rains more kisses up and up his throat, chin, mouth. 

“You were so amazing,” Naruto says against Sasuke’s subtly lax mouth. He doesn’t take the invitation, doesn’t dive in, but kisses Sasuke’s bottom lip, lightly sucks at and kisses it again, lingering. “So good for me. Doesn’t matter what shit you think’s gonna stop me from loving you. Ain’t gonna happen. You’re too good for me to ever let go now.”

Sasuke opens his eyes. Black, black, and so beautiful. Naruto doesn’t use words like beautiful out loud, but he thinks them sometimes. He’s not like Sasuke’s poetry books on the nightstand, but he is his own version of an open book anyway. Naruto can only hope it’s good enough to keep Sasuke interested for, like, ever.

“Drink,” Naruto says, his lips curving softly. 

Sasuke’s mouth quirks in reply and instantly, just that quick, Naruto’s work is worth it. This is always worth it. 

“That water is old as hell,” Sasuke says. 

Naruto grins and waves the glass at him threateningly. 

“Drink the dust water, Sasuke.”

“Fuck off,” Sasuke says, sitting up quickly and looking genuinely wary that Naruto is going to somehow force him to drink it now. “That’s disgusting.”

“You’ll suck my dick but you won’t drink this old-ass water?” Naruto’s beaming now, crawling across the bed one-handed while he comes at Sasuke with the water. 

Sasuke stands up and his entire face falls. 

“Naruto!” Sasuke looks down with the most comically miserable expression crumples his delicate features. They both kind of watch in vague fascination as Naruto’s load drips down the inside of Sasuke’s thigh. 

“If I lick that off of you, then you drink the water,” Naruto says reasonably. 

Sasuke glares at him, dark and lethal. 

“You’ll lick this off me and then you get me fresh fucking water.”

Laughing, Naruto sets the water on the other side table, gets his leg caught in the blanket, kicks it off, and finally finds himself on his knees, at Sasuke’s feet. Naruto tenderly wraps his hands around Sasuke’s ankles and beams up at Sasuke’s stormy expression. 

“Deal.”

Sasuke places his hands on his hips, naked and full of life again. Naruto’s Sasuke again. 

“You’re disgusting,” Sasuke says. 

“Uh huh.” Naruto keeps smiling; strokes his hands up Sasuke’s calves. Sasuke makes an impatient gesture with only his face. 

“Well? Lick me already.”

“Couldn’t stop me.”

“What I like best about you.”